Will we still love each other on Wednesday morning?

Let's hope so.

As the resident dissident at this paper, I occasionally say very bad words, like at 6:30 this Wednesday morning when the machine I type on, an AlphaSmart 3000, must have malfunctioned during the night and I lost everything I had written for this column.

So, I will start off with memories of 2015 when Donald Trump came down an escalator in some cheap hotel he built and declared to the world that he was running for president and immediately said very bad things about Mexicans - illegals - who sneak into this country and are mostly rapists, thieves, and beggars.

And this from a guy...